I know you are a dream,
But you are MY dream.
I make you, I am the one that gives you life.
When I undress myself, slowly,
I already feel the anticipation of your visit.
I lay down, close my eyes and feel the fresh touch of my sheets in my naked skin.
My fingertips barely touch my chest
Caressing my nipples,
Playing with the hair around them.
I feel them hardening,
My tongue plays with my lips,
The hands move down, to my crotch
At this point, I am always already erect.
My hand moves to my balls,
I open my legs, exposing myself,
Touching, caressing, remembering your warm touch.
My heart is racing, my face is warm and red,
My hand closes around my hard cock
And I masturbate, touching my balls and my hole with my other hand.
I am moaning, playing with the speed and intensity of this moment,
Taking a few seconds to delay the desired end,
Teasing and enticing myself.
I almost can breath your essence
Feel you all over me, around me, inside me...
One more touch, another forgiven image of you in my head
And shivers of pleasure take over my body,
Warm milk landing over my chest, face and belly,
A muffle scream..
My dream came again... and I did too.

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